You know what your problem is? You get attached, fast. And once you’re attached to someone, you do everything you can to please them and make them happy. It’s never been about what you want, it’s always everyone’s needs before your own. You give out too many chances to people, who quite frankly, do not deserve them. They take advantage of you, and you become a pushover. But you’re okay with that, because they’re in your life and that’s all you ever really wanted. And even if they screw you over, you’ll still be there for them. Because that’s you, that who you are. Once you get attached to someone, they capture your heart and they always have a place there. And that is why it’s so hard for you to let him go.
– (via wordsandlyrics) Via Mi amore vole fe yah.
Don’t Bother
me with promises. Vows are cheaply manufactured, come with no guarantees. Don’t bother to say you love me. The word is indefinable. Joy to some, heartbreak to others, depending on circumstances. There is evidence that the emotion can make a person live longer, evidence it can kill you early. I think its akin to a deadly disease. Or at least some exotic fever. Catch it, and you better, quick, swallow some medication to use as a weapon against the fire ravaging body and soul.
Right Now.
Have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up tight struggling to harness the nuclear force coalescing within your words? Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside you that you didn’t dare let them escape in case they blew you wide open?
Perfect?
How do you define a word without a concrete meaning? to each his own, the saying goes, so why push to attain an ideal state of two random people will agree is where you want to be? Faultless. Finished. Incomparable. People can never be these, and anyway, when did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin? The outside belongs to others. Only you should decide for you- what is perfect.
It’s because we’re girls.
We get mad over the smallest reasons. We overanalyze everything. We feel a sense of jealousy when we see you talking to someone who has more to offer. We get sad at the thought of ever losing you. We start pointless arguments and fights, just to see if you care enough to stick around. We often say things we later regret. We want to know you care as much as we do. It’s because we’re girls, and we need to be reassured from time to time.
(Source: wthellmichelle)
I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
– Maya Angelou (via arreter)(Source: arreter)
Via Forever yours.
